WHILE the hum and the hurry
Of passing footfalls
Beat in my ear like the restless surf
Of a wind-blown sea,
A soul came to me
Out of the look on a face.
Eyes like a lake
Where a storm-wind roams
Caught me from under
The rim of a hat.
I thought of a midsea wreck
and bruised fingers clinging
to a broken state-room door.
I am prepared to iss the feet of anyone who understands this poem. It’s like he just takes a bunch of random lines and puts them together. Does anyone AT ALL get this poem?